Butterflies (Jose Asuncion Silva Poems)
In a fragile vaseIn your chamber arePreserved butterfliesThat when touched byA brilliant sun rayTurn to mother-of-pearl,Pieces of iridescentEvening skyOr opaline ...
In a fragile vaseIn your chamber arePreserved butterfliesThat when touched byA brilliant sun rayTurn to mother-of-pearl,Pieces of iridescentEvening skyOr opaline ...
You voluble,VelvetyVehement fellowsThat play on yourFlying andMusical cellos,All goldenlyGirdled youSenerade clover,Each artist inBass but aBibulous rover!You passionate,PowderyPastoral bandits,Who gave you ...
And what is life?--a pleasure and a pain, A vision of the sun--a day of rain. And what is love?--a ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
She stood by my side with a queenly air, Her face it was young and proud and fair; She held ...
The brazen bells of laughing lands In swelling echoes wildly ring, And over seas and ...
Oh tell me not of the lands so old Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold, And the rivers ...
The King's son walks in the garden fair—Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!He little knows for his toil and care,That ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
IT is not the rose, though the rose is red, And as full of love as a flower can be, ...
JUST at the edge of the night and the morning,Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed,A sweet little laugh ...
The sun sinks down in the crimson west, Oh, a beautiful sun is he; With his purple robes and his ...
WOULD you like to throw a stone at me?Here, take all that's left of my peach.Blood-red, deep;Heaven knows how it ...
WALLFLOWERS i' my border!At t' hour when blackies singTheir sweetest sangs, what is therNor ye mair comfortin'?Menseful ye are an' ...
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: O where, what can th?at be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain; And ...
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
Wet red blooms catching the sunlight drinking in the color, overwhelm the senses rich smooth velvety red crimson flowers bursting ...
She was there in the morning holding fast to the porch screen bewitched by the indoor bulb in the outside ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
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